Chapter 30
III. Tied up tightly with a rope
“So, how long are you planning to wear that?”
Jeina asked as she sat up. Blinking her eyes, she urged him on.
“W-Wait a moment.”
The man faltered and took a step back. He ran a hand through his short hair and fell silent.
Despite his reaction, Jeina was inwardly cheering in victory.
‘Yes!! Yes, yes!’
According to the author, the best way to provoke a man was to stimulate his competitive spirit.
They were a species that often went to great lengths to win, even over the most trivial things, so if you could spark a rivalry, especially with someone who seemed close to him…
He would eventually fall for it like this.
It wasn’t as if anything she had said was a lie, but she had no intention of giving up this magnificent and beautiful body.
And what about that face? It might look cold and stern, but when it flushes a rosy red, it becomes downright seductive. And if those raspberry-like eyes were to well up with tears, his face would become even more dangerously alluring.
“Hmm?”
He took a step back, so she took a step forward.
Just quietly admiring him was starting to wear thin on her patience.
His deep, sharp eyes fluttered slightly as they calmly gazed back at her.
“First, we need to get out of here. You said you’d… have your way with me, right? Once we get back to the surface and return to the Empire, then… fine. I’ll allow it once.”
He declared firmly. Dressed impeccably like that, with his cold expression, he truly seemed to have no openings.
‘He really has changed. Before, he’d show his feelings immediately at the slightest thing…’
But no matter how much he tries to hide it, it seems those red ears of his are completely beyond his control.
Jeina pressed her lips down firmly to stop them from curling into a smirk.
“Aww, but we should at least give it a try, don’t you think? If you’re that unsure, why not have a little taste test right here? Just play with me once, as a test, and you’ll have your answer right away.”
“…….”
“Ah. So I can see if you’d make a good plaything for me. Or not. Ah, or maybe this is too much for you to handle?”
“Too much…”
His eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly.
‘So the words “too much” bother him more than being called a plaything, is that it?’
A confident smile spread across Jeina’s lips.
“It’s an experiment, just like I said. A tiny little taste. This noona will play with you gently, so our Roni won’t be scared.”
“Ha. ‘Noona’? Just thinking about how I fell for that back then still makes me mad…”
Ronius raised one eyebrow crookedly, retorting as if he couldn’t believe her. Then, for some reason, he pressed his lips together with a vaguely wistful expression. She tilted her head, studying his face.
Up and down, down and up, their gazes met and held.
Then, he averted his eyes and delivered a belated protest.
“And earlier, what was that? A plaything? Calling me a plaything…”
She let out a short laugh and closed the distance between them further.
“Is there any line you won’t cross, ah—!”
“Are you just going to keep chattering forever?”
Even when things have gotten this, well, obvious up front, huh?
Her hand, which had been tracing the thick silhouette over his pants, swiftly moved to grasp his waistband.
She told him, didn’t she? That her patience was running out.
He gasped, sucking in a sharp breath, and frantically grabbed hold of his own pants.
“Wait, wait. I’ll take them off, I’ll do it.”
“What, is our Roni feeling shy?”
She cooed, as if soothing a child.
“…’Our Roni’? Shy, my foot. It’s just that if you rip them off again like a brute, you’ll ruin the clothes beyond repair.”
He said, gesturing with his eyes towards the tattered scraps of fabric. A languid smile played on her flushed, rosy cheeks as she took a step back. Then, she leaned against the wall as if to observe, crossing her arms.
“Well then, go on.”
Jeina gave a slight jerk of her chin towards the man standing dumbfounded.
“Ah, start from the bottom.”
“I’m granting your request, but do I really have to follow your every command for it, too?”
“What was I even thinking…” Ronius grumbled under his breath.
“Hurry up.”
“…….”
“Hmm?”
She simply stared at him, her gaze fixed.
Under that persistent stare, Ronius found himself unable to move, for some reason. It wasn’t as if he was physically restrained like before.
He was a man who had never flinched, not once, on countless battlefields, with innumerable swords pointed at him…
Puffing out his chest proudly against this unfamiliar, pressing feeling, he tried to stand tall.
‘Ha. Did you really think I’d just obediently take my pants off for you?’
No way, even if it is you, Jeina. The moment the thought crossed his mind, thud. The navy uniform trousers slid down to his ankles.
His face flushed a mottled red. A feeling of frustration mixed with utter humiliation…
Gritting his teeth, he fumbled with his hands.
Thump. This time, his e***t shaft sprang free into the air.
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